' I thought this was a
village,' Ms Tagalong commented as they drove down the grey,
rain-slicked road into the town of 14,941 inhabitants. She looked
around craning her neck to spot some incredible edibles in the winter
weather.

'Better park here,' she
said as they pulled up outside the police station, 'ooh, look, beds
and veg – it's a fair cob, I mean cop, says this sign!'

So she sprang out of
the car, camera at the ready. Ms Would You Rather loaded up the green
route on her mobile and off they went.

La Neige Blanche in the window

Admittedly there was a
detour. La Neige Blanche, garishly painted, sitting in pride of place
in a window display of every possible piece of themed china produced, pulled the trio into the shop where they met Margaret of the chinashop's husband.

'This is a true story,'
he kept saying as he regaled them with tales of royalty and near
royalty purchasing his wares and of his wife (Margaret) lurking
behind a a bin on the offchance that Prince Charles, who he said had
visited the Incredible Edible town three weeks earlier, might wander
on down from the market to say hello.

Herb picking at the station

'It's a true story,' he
repeated taking off his glasses so he couldn't look them in the eye!

Back on track the trio
spotted vegetables, vegetables everywhere, to pick and to share.
Onions outside the adult education college, herbs outside the train
station, beans in the churchyard and an apothecary's garden by the
canal.